WISH
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I would be utterly pleased if you could just sing these light and in-sign-SING-no-I-ffff-I-can't
(insignificant) words. Just take a guitar, and cuddle it with passion.
About the rhythm...oh, you tell me about the rhythm!
LYRICS
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MATE OF THE QUEEN
Waiting for a move on the chess board,
I am overwhelmed by the thrill and the fear.
Scared to be wrong, unsure of myself.
Just watching.
The leaves seem static from this side of the window.
The cuckoos keep silent. The wind does not blow.
Jumbling is the pawn, executioner and witness.
Why your pulse has stopped and your hands do not reach?
CHORUS You; the rational, the logical
the frozen inexistent...love?
Me; just panic.
Time slides slowly.
Winter passes by.
Getting clearer and clearer.
-every beat brings a sigh.-
I'm dead if I move, will die if I don't.
Mate of the queen.
(We just let it go).
CHORUS You; the rational, the logical
the frozen inexistent...love?
Me; just panic.
As you are getting closer, I am further away.
An imminent death 's tapping.
Am not I dead, anyway?
tip-tap-toe, -sinking, shrinking.
tip-tap-toe, -they are aiming The Queen.
tip-tap-toe -what the guns for? are they soldiers?
tip-tap-toe - Here the pain.
And every beating hurts,
when you think on no way out.
They are coming,
no tricks to mislead them!
(if you have no sense of love).
CHORUS You; the rational, the logical
the frozen inexistent...love?
Me; just panic.
You are now getting further.
The candle light dims out.
No beating, no hurting.
It was fate, it was carved.
Well, we didn't have a chance.
Shadows on the sand!
-Blame The Queen. ([whisper:]- Blame her).
All blame on the Queen.
Blame The Queen.
Blame The Queen.
Now The Queen is dead,
B-L-A-M-E T-H-E Q-U-E-E-N.
([whisper?:]- ... ).
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